Waking up against a warm, solid, male body was always nice. The only thing better was waking up between two. Maggie drew a deep breath and opened her eyes. Kurt had an arm flung over her. His breathing was slow and even. What time was it? She squinted at the window. The sun was just beginning to come up, judging by the weak daylight, she had probably slept a solid ten or eleven hours. Slipping gently out from under Kurt’s arm, she snagged his discarded shirt off the floor. Brrr, the apartment was chilly. She used the bathroom and brushed her teeth. God, her nose was stuffed up. Fabulous. Like she really needed to be less than one hundred percent.
As she came back into the bedroom, Kurt said, “Get enough sleep?” His voice was low and rough with just waking.
“Yeah, I think so.”
He crooked
